Arrogance
and Ignorance
I
This story paints a picture of a boy
you may have known,
Whose arrogance was so intense he went off on his own.
He left his home, he left his friends, he left humanity,
He really could not tolerate their ignorance you see.
So often was he bothered by the little
things in life,
And family and friends would only give him grief and strife.
" They're not so smart," said he aloud with remarkable distaste
" Their skin's too thin for them to win my favor and my grace."
In his own mind he's very kind and
helpful as can be
He simply tries to tell these folks "You must be more like me..."
[The cobbler doesn't make boots right,
he doesn't make them strong.
The seamstress seldom sews clothes right, she seems to sew them wrong.
The dancer's feet are made of lead, or so we're led to think.
The singer never hits her notes, Not G, nor F, nor C.]
And if they all march to the beat of
a slightly different drum,
There is a problem, so you see, to him they're all so dumb!
II
So off he went to live among the animals
and beasts,
To maybe find some answers and a little mental peace.
But nothing really changed except the company he kept,
Who thought it very wonderful to have this brand new friend...
" Mrs. Robin, don't you think those
little ones of yours;
Would cry much less, and be their best, if you did not feed them worms?"
" The webs of Mrs. Spider were not woven with great care:
She took her time, but with her kind, good quality is rare!"
" Mr. Fish it is a duty I really
mustn't shirk,
To tell you that, without a doubt, your swimming needs some work!"
" I don't like milk much Mrs. Cow, it's really not for me;
So if you please, it's only fair, for you to give me tea."
So the animals rejected him and all
he'd say and do,
The very day they met him is a day they'll ever rue.
III
Then a dreadful wind swirled 'round
this boy, and all the trees bent low.
It caught him up and carried him to a hill that was called the skull.
(Upon Calvary an event occurred,
That forever displays God's matchless grace:
Despite man's great sins, by His own love spurred
To die upon a cross, to take our place)
(The Son of God bore the sins of us
all;
He suffered through the pain, the grief, the blame.
And though cursed with sin and death by the fall,
All can call upon that soverign name.)
(And to all those who call, the Lord
shall hear:
New life imparted, the sinner made near.)
And when he heard the spoken word,
He was struck by all that had occurred.
The arrogance that seemed so right;
The ignorance that marked his plight;
Dishonored Christ who died for him,
Whose grace eclipsed his greatest sin,
Whose love will never, ever end,
Who forever holds him in His hands.
© 1997 Quinn McAuley
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